My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Today I went for my first solo hike since my knee surgery. Well, almost solo - Asta was with me. You know just in case I needed her to channel Lassie and seek help if I fell down a well, or the marsh embankment. We went slowly, navigating the gradual inclines and uneven ground without … Continue reading Hitting the ground strolling
Saturday morning, I went on a photo hike for the first time in months. It was Mojave Hot. I was grateful for what shade I did have, and for the water I remembered to bring. I stayed away from the tourist-packed beaches, and instead took a ramble in the woods around Blackwater River State Park, … Continue reading Hot on the trail
Like the desperate, and futile struggles of hapless victims caught in quicksand, pale limbed trees reach out of the swamp. Entrapped in a net of duckweed, strangling the color and life out of any competing plant, smothering it under a blanket of vibrant green, their shadows claw for a handhold, a life line out of the muck.
I’ve missed several weeks of photo hikes, and I can tell a difference in my general well-being. These outings were always a restorative exercise. A chance to spend time outdoors, with no worries, no deadlines, no plans other than to take pictures of anything and everything that catches my eye. This weekend, I want need … Continue reading Happy trails
I got an especially early start to my photo hike on Saturday. So early in fact, that I had to scrape ice off my windshield. A climatic phenomenon that is nearly unheard of in Northwest Florida. It was freakin' COLD... well, to me it was cold. I even went back in the house to pick … Continue reading Cold comfort
Thin spiral notebook 